Great Novelist

As time passed, rumors of coincidence spread widely. In her class, there were many people coming and going without the distinction of grades, and coincidences were always in people. All of the students' attention was drawn to coincidence and even in her absence was filled with stories of coincidence. And it was the same in his class.

“I told my mom and she didn't believe me. It's all over the school. They told me not to laugh. ”

“Really? My sister even handed me a book to get an autograph. Thanks to you, I got a chicken. ”

“I envy you. I tried to take a picture and show it to you, but I couldn't. ”

“That's not a picture. I didn't turn my phone off to take pictures today. ”

“I don't know.”

This explosive interest is inevitable. It is a coincidence that the youngest prime minister and the youngest climber is a genius writer. If I think the genius hiding his face is revealed, I want to look at him from a distance. So she's out of reach.

The usual boat looked at the more noisy corridor. A coincidence stands in the middle of the hall. Students are crowded to the point of disturbance. A few students complained, but no one listened to him. This is not good.

“Yun! Sign for me! ”

A boy who was talking next to me just ran out like a bullet. You tried to get her to sign off on that shout. I accidentally throw a new book like I've never opened it before. I couldn't read it. Since you are famous without reading it, I want to get my autograph first. Such students were not uncommon.

“Me, me. ”

I approached the crowd blocking the corridor. She's a fake. Why would she do that? You wouldn't actually sign it.

She gladly pulls the pen out of her arms, as if laughing at her thoughts.

“Where do you want me? ”

“Here, in front of the book. ”

“Your name?”

There's a laughingstock. I think you've been underestimating the fake coincidence.

“Haha, by the way. ”

Her audacity raised both hands. The corridor quickly changed to a fan signature circuit. I'm starting to worry. Maybe she really thinks of herself as a coincidence.

“Do you want an autograph? ”

A new bird appeared and asked. I shaken my head.

“I don't have a book. You have three books. ”

“There are a lot of people. ”

For this reason, he couldn't miss the accidental cause of death. I stared at Seogwang and opened my mouth.

“Doubt?”

I was embarrassed by the sudden stabbing. I was suspicious of Seongwang as he said. Standing in the center of the crowd, she was a innocent girl who wanted her beauty so badly, but something caught her.

“A little. No matter how much I think about it, I don't think it's him. ”

“On what grounds? ”

“I don't have it, so I keep my mouth shut. ”

A voice filled with frustration. Seongwang asked as he laughed.

“What do you think? ”

“Hey, guys. ”

I heard someone calling me at the same time as the question in Seogwang. There was a spring when I turned my head to the familiar voice. There is a book in his hand.

“You want an autograph? ”

When he asked me with a slightly surprised expression, spring drenched my eyes in embarrassment.

“Just, you know, have fun reading it. ”

“Whatever. Take it.”

He said without saying a word and stepped aside. Instead of looking straight at him, he turns to him and asks,

“Aren't you going to answer? ”

“Yeah, I don't have a book. ”

“I'm not sure I want to go through there. ”

A thick human wall was formed on one finger. It was a huge wall that separates coincidence and Australia. Spring seems to be worrying a little, but I shake my head soon.

“I'm not sure either. I just don't want to take it. ”

“Yes? Are you sure? What can I do to help? ”

“No. I'm not a very good writer. ”

Spring held the book in her arms and said so. At that, Seogwang filled with laughter and came to Spring.

“What? I thought you didn't do novels because you only read cartoons and pictures. What book are you reading? What genre did you read most recently? Do you have a favorite writer? Are you more of a foreign novelist? Or domestic novels? ”

Spring, when I was wandering among the questions pouring out, opened my mouth with a stutter. He only watched because it was interesting to watch. It was usually passive and mostly next to a painting, so I had little chance to have this conversation.

“Well, I don't read much. I have some of my favorite books. ”

“Aha, that's all you read when you put it in a book. Well, that's good, too. ”

He nods violently and reacts violently. At first, they were still talking to each other, but now there was a unilateral recommendation from the West. It's not the spring that I don't hate to hear him say, so he didn't stop the daylight. Since he knows a lot about Seogwang-do, if spring seemed uncomfortable, he would stop talking right away.

He turned his gaze again to coincidence. A girl was asking for an autograph.

“Write on the side of the sign! ”

“Writing?”

“Yes, something special. If you have that, it's worth a book. ”

For the first time, I cracked the face of coincidence, which he signed while smiling constantly. It was fine gold, but it was clear to him. The girl who wanted to write something special to coincidence urged her to stand still without saying anything.

The coincidence changes the mood at once, and she speaks to her with a fiery voice.

“What do you think of books? ”

“Huh?"

“If a book is valued by a famous writer's signature or special writing, it doesn't mean I'm writing. Books are precious in nature. ”

The tumultuous corridor became quieter. I hear chattering everywhere. The girl who wanted to be special was blushing in front of many people. Coincidence pushes her harder.

“Why don't you sell it on this book site? It's really offensive to do something so special without saying your name. ”

“What the hell are you talking about! ”

Despite denying that she was not a girl, she kept a stubborn look on her face. It is obvious whose side the students who are watching it are on. There is no fool in keeping an enemy with something to gain.

The act of not saying his name there was enough to arouse suspicion. even though there were two people there in his eyes.

It means writing. That's something a writer has to say to be persuasive.

By lunch time, the children didn't even look back and ran out toward the restaurant. Rrrrgh. You hear the sound of a staircase running through the hallway. After all the children left, Australia would have walked to the restaurant with Seogwang by now, but today is different. There was a place to go instead of a restaurant.

He got up from his seat.

I told Seongwang in advance, so I went to eat with the other guys. Seogwang had a technology that made it easy for everyone to get along. I just don't talk about books well when I talk to them. It's a rare time for high school students to read.

I opened the door to class 7. There was a coincidence where he sat alone, as he had done before. It was the only time I was alone.

“Alone?"

“Yes.”

She answered politely. He deliberately said.

“Nothing trumps Bob. ”

No matter how much I love coincidence.

“What are you doing here? ”

Her questions were slight, but there was a day. He went in front of her, sitting down. Coincidentally, he looks up at him and asks again.

“Are you here to see me? ”

He nods lightly.

“I came to see coincidence. ”

“Why?”

“I have something for you. ”

“Some people put coincidence before Bob. ”

In her words, Joo-ho said calmly.

“I already ate. It was bread, not rice. ”

Her eyebrows twitch slightly. Then I turned my back.

“So what can I get you? ”

“I have something to tell you first. ”

She stared at him with a face like that. He said without delay.

“I want you to stop signing in the hallway. ”

“What?"

In an unexpected way, she asked.

“There's damage to the other students. If there's a crowd in the middle of the hallway, it's not easy to get through. I need you to be careful. ”

She was stunned for a moment, but she woke up and replied.

“I see. I had no idea. I'll be careful next time.”

“Oh, I've heard this before, but is it true that you have friends with other writers? ”

The story she tells turns and enters her ears. Among the stories I was talking about was this: Accidentally, he calls other writers after school.

“Yes, it's true. Do you have a favorite writer? ”

“You know, you're a doorman after all. ”

“Oh, you're the gatekeeper. Who do you like?”

She was quite confident.

“If you tell me who's good, will you give me a phone call? ”

“Anyone I know. But it's a very busy job to be a writer, so you might not get it. ”

Of course, I knew why she came out like this. After believing in something like this, I use this shallow magic trick.

“Then that's it. You can't catch a busy man. ”

“Thank you for understanding. ”

He decided to ask one last question before handing over the goods. Personally, I wanted her to answer. I met a fake coincidence. Maybe there's something worth mentioning. I opened my ears as much as I could.

“What are you going to do with the next one? ”

“Next?”

She shakes her head at the sudden pop-up. I can't believe we haven't seen bird tracks in so long. She replied appropriately as she had always done.

“I'm not sure yet. There are a few themes in mind. ”

“What week? ”

“That's it.”

I hit the player before I said, "I can't talk."

“I'll keep it a secret. Just tell me."

“· · Huh? ”

She has the audacity to answer so far is suddenly embarrassed. I was surprised at her unexpected reaction.

“Why are you embarrassed? ”

“Well, that's too much to ask. ”

“This?”

I saw students getting worse and worse. I wasn't this embarrassed at the time. I was wondering, why are you embarrassed? What am I embarrassed by?

“Secret?”

“What?"

“Just tell me? ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

I stared at her face, and for a moment I rewind what I said. I'll keep it a secret. The word "secret" surprised her. I shook her shamelessly.

It was crumpled, and there was a sound in my pocket.

Aha.

“Did he say that? ”

“That guy? ”

I took the paper out of my pocket.

“The friend who found this handwriting. ”

Her face is pale as if she had handed it over.